"Ding, ding, ding!"

Cold-blooded and Meng Xinglei, the swords and axes of the two sides are splitting, you come and go, and the shape and direction of the body change rapidly.

The cold-blooded stabbed out three swords like lightning one after another, all of which were split by Meng Xinglei's axe, and between the flashes of lightning, the thunder roared, which seemed to cover up the sound of the battle between the two, reflecting the strong contrast between gray and dark, and the rain was falling.

As soon as the lightning dimmed, the two of them counteracted each other with one move, and each stepped back to one side, briefly stopping the attack.

No one moved.

Everyone is waiting for the next lightning to arrive, launch a new round of attack, or go all out!

The rain slid down his eyelids, blurring his vision slightly, and the momentum of cold-blooded and Meng Xinglei had already climbed, and it was a momentum that was bound to win.

Neither of them wants to be a loser, because failure means death. Only by winning can you live.

They are all reviewing their own mistakes, their strengths and weaknesses, waiting for the next shot, to be able to overcome the enemy.

Click!

The electric light came, reflecting the miserable white scene!

In an instant, the two of them attacked at the same time, the sword was like a spark and lightning, and the axe was like a broken river and a mountain.

Cold-blooded attacked the six swords, and Meng Xinglei also defended the six axes at the same time.

One offense and one defense, they are expanding their advantages, cold-blooded advantages, facing Meng Xinglei's advantages!

The two sides seem to be evenly matched! No one can help the other!

Suddenly, the cold-blooded sword moved again!

On the basis of the sixth sword, the seventh sword was quickly deployed, and it seemed that the sixth sword was prepared for the seventh sword.

The seventh sword, weird, erratic, fast, unpredictable, and completely different from the previous six swords, Meng Xinglei undoubtedly suffered a loss, and his expression was a little stunned.

In this stunned effort, the cold-blooded long sword had already penetrated his defense and stabbed straight into his chest.

"Ding!"

The electric light disappeared, and such a faint sound of gold and iron resonating sounded in the darkness, and it seemed that there was no feeling of a sword piercing the heart, which was blocked!

Cold-blooded for a moment, he thought to himself: How is it possible! As long as his sword stabs someone, it is basically killed with one sword, and he rarely needs a second sword.

Now Meng Xinglei was hit by his sword, and he was still stabbed to the left of his heart, and starlight burst out, and Meng Xinglei's expression was very inexplicable, as if he was surprised and happy!

"Drink!"

Meng Xing suddenly shouted, and an axe fell straight down from top to bottom!

With an extremely amazing momentum!

The cold-blooded suddenly woke up, and his heart was shocked, at this time, the long sword was not collected, and the axe blade had already hit the top of his head, and he had no time to dodge, so he slammed the long sword and stabbed upward, facing the powerful and heavy axe!

Boom!

There was a bang, the swords and axes intersected, and the cold-blooded suddenly felt a vigorous force pouring from the blade of the axe into the sword body, and then penetrated into the body, and couldn't help but take advantage of the momentum to fly back, and his arm trembled slightly, and finally unloaded the force.

Meng Xinglei on the other side showed his miserable white teeth and a penetrating smile.

"Cold-blooded, I think you ignored my mixed ingots armor, Fang Cai's sword really scared me!" Meng Xinglei said in a deep voice.

At this point, Cold-Blooded knew that he had overlooked one thing that was enough to kill him.

Meng Xinglei is known as the 'Iron Armor Rescue Axe', and he has been paying attention to his axe, ignoring the word 'Iron Armor', and he doesn't remember that he was wearing an invulnerable 'Mixed Yuan Treasure Armor'.

And his fatal sword was pierced on his armor, useless.

Now, he has fought with Meng Xinglei and has fought eleven swords, and eleven swords can't help each other, which is a very rare thing since his cold-blooded debut.

The stalemate and waiting began again, and the two no longer rushed to attack!

The next fight is the arrival of the next lightning!

The heavy rain still hasn't stopped getting smaller, it's still so heavy and heavy.

Both of them, their physical strength was somewhat depleted, gasping slightly, and the air around them seemed to become more and more depressing.

The sound of breathing became heavier and heavier, but their eyes became brighter and brighter, and the hands holding their weapons became more and more steady.

It seems, in the dark, something approached the two of them, and neither of them noticed.

The lightning flashed, and there was a faint smile at the corner of the cold-blooded mouth, and so did Meng Xinglei on the opposite side, attacking at the same time!

Suddenly, Meng Xinglei's face changed greatly, his body twisted, and the axe quickly swung behind him, and a crisp sound sounded on the way.

Under the reflection of the electric light, the person behind Meng Xinglei was Wang Yue, and at this time, a sword attacked, but when Meng Xinglei was in a hurry, he blocked it with an axe and stabbed a fatal sword in the back of the heart.

Wang Yue also curled the corners of his mouth and smiled at Meng Xinglei, who was alert, but it was already too late.

Because a sword tip had passed through the back of his neck, revealing a throat three inches long, faintly shining, and a trace of spilling blood.

His eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, but he couldn't speak, his body trembled slightly, as if something was blocked in the trachea of his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

The tip of the sword disappeared, and the cold blood and Wang Yue were swept aside, Meng Xinglei staggered, abandoned the axe, covered the wound on his throat, and his face was painful, but the blood still kept coming out of the wound, dripping down between his fingers, staining the ground red, and spreading along the rain.

Wang Yuehe looked at Meng Xinglei like this, struggling constantly, and then fell to the ground, and then remained motionless.

He's dead!

Wang Yue and Leng Xuehe were both relieved, tonight's battle was much more fierce and dangerous than the previous battle, but fortunately it was a victory and paid a very small price.

The storm seemed to be lighter, the wind fell, the rain was light, the thunder was gone, the electric light was gone, and after a while, the rain stopped completely.

However, they still have two enemies, the most powerful of all, stronger than the guys they killed before combined.

To be honest, the two of them joined forces, and in this state, the chance of being able to kill the last two is less than fifty percent.

Wang Yue walked to Meng Xinglei's side and lowered his body, and under the cold-blooded gaze, he took off Meng Xinglei's mixed ingots treasure armor.

This is a good thing, even a cold-blooded sword can't pierce it, it's really invulnerable.

Strictly speaking, this mixed ingots armor is just a vest-like thing, which can only prevent attacks from the upper body, and does not include the part above the neck, but it is indeed a treasure.

"How about this treasure armor for me?" Wang Yue said to the cold blood with the mixed yuan treasure armor.

Cold-blooded said coldly: "I don't need this kind of thing. ”

Wang Yue understood what he meant, so he immediately put it on his body and hid it in his coat, which could be regarded as an extra layer of insurance.

Because the next two guys are both sword-wielding, that is, the second Zhuge Xiande, martial arts and any of them are between the two, and the first-ranked guy, martial arts is above him and cold-blooded, and now he and cold-blooded consumption is not small, and the chance of winning against them is even smaller.

"If they are all on the same page, you just need to drag Zhuge Xiande, the other guy, I will deal with it!"

Wang Yue looked at him and then nodded.

Wang Yue knew that that person was a cold-blooded enemy, who had been chasing the enemy for a long time, and he wanted to personally kill the enemy and avenge his past mentors and friends!

Wang Yue respected his decision, he knew that he had a cold-blooded character, and he only needed to deal with Zhuge Xiande with all his might, and that was not a good guy to mess with.

He didn't have the golden finger of the cold-blooded challenge of leapfrogging, and he fought to the death with a person whose strength was equal, and Wang Yue hadn't experienced it for a long time.

Everything is in the final battle of tomorrow.